Got Pranked Back - Panties TF
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DescriptionIf you want to make a suggestion or have an unique idea join the Discord ServerGot Pranked Back - Panties TFFive girls shared a spacious suite in a college dormitory, unaware that two among them harbored a magical secret. Greta, an energetic German exchange student, and Amelia, a miss-pe…
Five girls shared a spacious suite in a college dormitory, unaware that two among them harbored a magical secret. Greta, an energetic German exchange student, and Amelia, a miss-perfect British bookworm, were both witches - a fact they kept hidden from their ordinary roommates. With her mischievous nature, Greta couldn't resist using her powers to prank Amelia. Over the past month, she'd pulled off increasingly daring magical stunts. Once, she'd transformed into Amelia's printer paper just before a crucial assignment was due. Greta had felt the strange sensation of ink seeping into her fibrous being, only to run away at the last second, leaving Amelia empty-handed and flustered before her strict professor. Another time, Greta turned into a tiny mouse, running around Amelia's feet when her boyfriend visited. The high-pitched scream from the burly rugby player was worth the disorienting experience of having tail whiskers and many more. But today, Greta had had her most devious plan yet. As she approached Amelia's wardrobe, a wicked grin spread across her face. "Time for ze ultimate prank," she giggled, her thick accent punctuating the air. With a whispered incantation, Greta felt her body begin to shimmer and shift. It was a bizarre sensation - her flesh becoming soft and elastic, her consciousness spreading thin across a smaller form. In seconds, she had transformed into a pair of lacy white panties, settling innocently atop the neatly folded stack in Amelia's drawer. 'Zis is so strange,' Greta thought, her mind adjusting to her new fabric form. She could feel every fiber of her being, the cool air of the drawer against her elastic. 'I can't wait to see Amelia's face when I run away during gym class leaving ze girl with no panzies!' Hours passed, and Greta found herself strangely aware of every subtle shift in the air and every vibration as people moved about the dorm. Being an inanimate object was an oddly intimate experience. 'Is zis what it feels like to be clothing all the time?' she wondered. Finally, Amelia returned from her classes. The moment she opened the drawer, her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Bloody hell," she muttered, her British accent thick with exasperation. "Greta, you insufferable git, what have you done now?" Amelia's fingers closed around Greta's panty form, and the German witch felt a thrill of anticipation course through her elastic and cotton being. But something was wrong. Amelia's eyes gleamed with a dangerous light as she began to chant. "You fancy yourself clever, do you?" Amelia's voice dripped with menace. "Let's see how you like a proper hex, you daft cow." Greta felt a strange tingling sensation as Amelia's magic took hold. 'Vas... vas is happening?' she thought, panic rising in her fabric form. "There's a new rule to your little game," Amelia explained, her accent crisp and clear. "Touch another pair of knickers, and your mind goes in, but your magic stays out. The only way back? Find your original form, love." Before Greta could process this, Amelia rummaged through the hamper and pressed Greta against a particularly revolting pair of panties. They were stained with what looked like dried semen and other unidentifiable crusty patches. In an instant, Greta's consciousness was wrenched from her original form and thrust into the soiled underwear. The sensation was overwhelming - she could feel every stain, every fiber. The smell was pungent, a mix of sweat, musk, and bodily fluids, making her non-existent stomach swirl. 'Verdammt!' Greta tried to scream, but no sound emerged. She was nothing but fabric now, unable to move or speak. 'Zis is disgusting! How can humans wear such filthy things?' For hours, Greta languished in the hamper, her mind reeling. She could feel every shift of the dirty laundry around her, every new odor that wafted through the air. It was a sensory overload unlike anything she had experienced before. 'I'm just panties now,' she thought, despair setting in. 'Just a pair of disgusting, cum stained panties. Is zis what it feels like for ze clothes we wear every day?' When their roommate Becca and her friend Lisa tossed their laundry together, Greta experienced the terror of the washing machine. With each spin, her consciousness bounced from panty to panty. 'Ze water! It's everywhere!' she thought as suds permeated her very being. 'I can feel ze dirt being pulled from me, but also... sinking into me? How do I know which part of me I am anymore?' After the dry cycle - a whirlwind of heat and static that left Greta feeling stretched and dizzy - she folded into Lisa's suitcase, now a simple thong. 'Nein, nein, nein!' Greta's mind raced. 'I'm being taken away! Will I ever see my body again? Will I be panties forever?' A day later, Lisa was wearing Greta, preparing for a date. Every movement sent shockwaves of sensation through Greta's fabric form. She could feel the warmth of Lisa's skin, the slight dampness of sweat, the shift and pull as the girl moved. 'Mein G
